Rin X Ren

Bailey is an erstwhile heiress to Earth and Fae Magick, protector of the portal into Faerie. And she hates it. Jayce needs to find a proper Queen to rule the Spring Court with him. Beckett has become jaded with life as the Prince of the Summer Court. Tobin, Prince of the Autumn Court, is a hopeless romantic still searching for the love of his very long Fae life. Murder, mystery and romance await all four as they traverse Faerie and Earth, searching for the murderer of Bailey's grandfather. They might be able to survive any attack from outsiders, but will they be able to survive each other as romance and intrigue colors their lives?

Di usianya yang masih belia, Ziya harus mengurus bayi dan membalas dendan pada mantan Kakak Iparnya yang telah membuat hidup sang Kakak menderita. Sanggupkah Ziya membalas dendam dan bagaimana dia menjalani kehidupan selanjutnya?

She had been the happiest woman in the world with a perfect marriage and two children. Unexpectedly, an explosion killed her beloved husband. She swore revenge and made the killer pay the price, but... she didn't expect her husband to be reborn and come back.

My husband drives me out so I can meet my best friend for an afternoon tea session. That's when I discover a used condom and a stray earring wedged between the door and the front passenger seat. I'm distraught as I head to the restaurant. My best friend hugs me warmly, but the lone earring she wears pierces my heart. I don't expose them for their betrayal. Instead, I fall into bed with my husband's best friend that very night. Later, James Fullman roars and asks why I've done this to him. I smile faintly and lean into the embrace of the man beside me. "You're not the only one who can get hot and heavy in the front passenger seat, you know."

Sampai saat ini aku masih menulis. Menulis semua tentangmu di lembar-lembar diary ku yang sudah usang, aku takut... Aku sangat takut... Aku takut ada orang lain membacanya, aku takut mereka akan jatuh cinta padamu, setelah membaca tulisanku. /// Ini adalah sebuah kisah dimana hati merasakan jatuh cinta untuk pertama kali, sebuah kisah cinta pertama yang tidak semua orang akan beruntung untuk memilikinya hingga kita menua dan mati. Perjalanan kita menemukan pasangan hidup memang panjang, namun cinta pertama adalah awal mula kita bisa merasakan bagaimana kita bisa mencintai seseorang dengan tulus, merasakan bahagia walaupun 'dia' si cinta pertama tidak kita bisa miliki.

Sudah lima tahun menikah, tiba-tiba cinta pertama suamiku mengunggah foto sertifikat rumah di instagram. Dia menulis, "Terima kasih Kak Boni sudah memindahkan kepemilikan rumah ini untukku." Aku terkejut melihat alamat di sertifikat itu adalah rumah kami, jadi aku memberikan komentar, "?" Tak lama kemudian, suamiku langsung meneleponku dengan nada marah, "Dia itu ibu tunggal, kasihan sekali. Aku hanya memindahkan kepemilikan rumah supaya anaknya bisa lebih mudah untuk daftar sekolah nantinya. Itu nggak akan mengganggu tempat tinggal kita!" "Kenapa kamu nggak punya hati nurani? Masa nggak bisa sedikit bersimpati?" Di balik telepon, terdengar suara tangisan lembut dari cinta pertamanya. Setengah jam kemudian, cinta pertamanya mengunggah lagi, kali ini menandai aku di unggahannya. Dia memamerkan sebuah mobil mewah seharga dua miliar, lengkap dengan catatan, "Dibayar lunas, seperti kata pepatah, pria yang mencintaimu akan rela menghabiskan uang untukmu." Aku tahu itu hadiah dari suamiku untuk menenangkannya. Tapi kali ini, aku sudah memutuskan untuk bercerai. Bukankah hanya memberinya sertifikat rumah?

For nearly five centuries, no child has drawn a first breath. The Creator sealed the womb of the world, and humanity learned to live without its future. But in the depths of Triune, another kind of genesis rose. From the Middle comes a child with power and lineage to rival the Creator. Not born, but woven. Not raised, but awakened. Bodies shaped by design. Souls coaxed from silence. Each one a crafted echo of what humanity once was. Those who survive their emergence ascend to the Upper. Those who falter are reclaimed by the dark. On the night meant to mark their passage into adulthood, five friends stumble upon a truth older than scripture and sharper than prophecy: The first humans were not what they were told. The gods were not who they claimed to be. And the Children of Triune were never meant to ask why. Some truths don't set you free, they come for you.

Antonio has ruled the underworld for decades. A feared mafia boss with a trillion dollar empire, he operates between legitimacy and bloodshed, respected by allies and hunted by enemies. Violence is his language. Control is his law. Love has never been part of the equation except for his nine year old daughter, Ava, the only weakness he allows himself. When Ava is injured in a simple accident, Antonio brings her to a hospital in the States where he meets Dr. Minah Williams. Minah is everything his world isn’t: calm, brilliant, compassionate. A doctor in the middle of a brutal divorce, she’s spent years surviving an abusive marriage to a powerful AI specialist who discarded her for a famous model only to become dangerously obsessed when she finally begins to move on. Unlike everyone else, Minah speaks to Antonio without fear. And unlike anyone before her, Antonio listens. As an instant yet restrained connection forms, two dangerous worlds collide. Antonio’s enemies begin to circle. Minah’s ex hires investigators, stalking her from the shadows, unable to accept that another man one far more powerful has entered her life. Protection turns possessive. Desire turns deadly. And Minah is forced to confront the truth: Surrendering to Antonio may cost her the life she built… but refusing him could cost her everything. Because loving a demon always comes with a price.

Jessica Scott thought she had it all. A good fiancé who was waiting for their wedding night to consummate their marriage. A career she enjoyed. And a life that she was ready to start once she said, "I do". But all that shattered when she found her fiancé entangled with her stepsister in their bed. Betrayed, Jessica ended the engagement and escaped what she thought would be her forever home with the help of her father's friend and business partner, Hunter Killian, a man she always viewed as an Uncle, even if there were no blood ties. Jessica knew that ending her relationship with her ex would be difficult, but she never thought it would involve stalking, attempted kidnappings, and blame-shifting that would leave her wondering if leaving was worth it or that through all the hardships, she would find love unexpectedly, or that the man she called Uncle Hunter would soon be called Daddy in the throes of passion.

Aunque sabía que mi esposo, Luis Ramírez, había fingido su muerte y estaba suplantando la identidad de su hermano gemelo menor, Martín Ramírez, no lo desenmascaré. En vez de eso, fui directamente ante la máxima autoridad militar de la región, Sergio Montoya, y le dije que Luis estaba muerto. Le pedí que lo dieran de baja del ejército y que le retiraran el grado. En mi vida pasada, Martín murió en un accidente. Y Luis, sin dudarlo, fingió su propia muerte y abandonó su puesto en el ejército para hacerse pasar por Martín, todo para que Gina Espíndola no quedara viuda. Yo lo reconocí al instante. Sabía que era Luis. Lo enfrenté y le exigí que me dijera por qué se estaba haciendo pasar por Martín. Pero lo negó hasta el final. Me hizo a un lado con frialdad: —Mayra, sé que estás hecha pedazos por la muerte de Luis, pero eso no te da derecho a venir a decir que yo soy él. Sostuvo a Gina, débil y frágil como si fuera de cristal, y a mí me empujó al río helado. Me lo dejó claro: que ni se me ocurriera hacerme ilusiones. Mi hija, Perla Ramírez, con apenas cinco años, lloraba y preguntaba: —¿Por qué papá ya no me quiere? Y por eso la encerraron en un cuarto oscuro "para que aprendiera". Tres días y tres noches sin probar bocado. La madre de Luis, Almeida Vargas, me colmó de insultos, diciendo que yo era una matamaridos, un mal augurio. Nos echó a Perla y a mí con lo puesto, sin un centavo. Y Luis todavía se encargó de esparcir el rumor por todas partes: que yo estaba loca, que Luis apenas acababa de morir y yo ya andaba obsesionada con Martín. Todos me despreciaron. Me señalaron. Me miraban con asco. Al final, abracé a Perla y morimos congeladas en la peor helada del invierno. *** Cuando abrí los ojos de nuevo, había vuelto al día en que Luis empezó a hacerse pasar por Martín.